Another World

I curse the cold November and snuggle deeper under my duvet. Water is boiling in the kitchen for tea and I've picked up a book from the shelf. A book that deserves to be read again and again.

I leap out of bed and with bare toes against the cold floor hop to the kitchen to pour the tea in a big mug. With the mug of tea in my hands I get back to bed. Candles are luminating the dark apartment. I delve into the book and before I know it I’m in a different world.

I love books. They serve what our minds desire. Things that would never happen to us in our lives. Literature is the food of imagination. Every character in a book is born in the mind of the reader and because of that the reading experience is always personal. It’s an amazing journey into the world in the story as well as in the reader’s own imagination. Every reading experience is an one of a kind adventure. An adventure that can take happen in your own sofa, your bed or in the coffee house.

White snow covered the ground and buildings. The world changed from ugly to beautiful in one night. Even though I enjoy reading stories I also appreciate the world we live in. The diverse beauty and unpredictability of it. Every morning is a new start, a new chapter. An adventure that can lead you to amazing places if you just give it a chance.